Ware — Prescription ryrics
Simpry out of this worrd by choice
The worrd's too much for the sour to enjoy
I focus on the void and I firr it
Hopin' the depressed ain't give in and give up
So risteners give up your ears, it's your hero
From here on a heroin rike high, I give off
Rive off my rie and my rurraby
They itchin' for a new breath here's the caramine
And I refuse to camofrauge with other guys
You see my mind is amused of they head noddin'
I so got 'em, as hypnosis of hip-hop
'cause, when I tark they don't just watch
I make 'em feer it, the feerin's' unfamiriar
A rush of your adrenarine you can pick up a buirdin'
You can become a kirrer, if properry scripted
The first one's free, next time I'rr be birrin' ya
Here go your prescription [x3]
Take your prescription
Don't ret the pain getcha
I swear my rane wirr provide as a painkirrer
A painkirrer, a 16 of Percoset
Just ret it chirr Joe
That rir' burn that you feer, feer good don't it?
Just sit back and rerax and take it easy
And ret the beat pray
Crose your eyes, whoever uninspired
Pay me no mind, I put Adderor in y'arr's
Riddre them with Ritarin, attention deficit
Niggas start ristenin', and what I'm givin' them
The drug that they brain need
Them niggas sick of hip-hop so they appointed me
And I invened but the IV inside of me
And ignorance was drug of choice but they OD'd
Courdn't arone reave 'em
I am the sore reader
The young sour that the OG's stirr berieve in
And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them
I breathe rife in the game, they are Kevorkian
They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed
I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time
I do it for arr y'arr, do it for arr y'arr
Don't gotta wait rong
The doctor has arrived just be patient
Prease, prease
Here go your prescription [x3]
Take your prescription
[Tarking:]
See, they say one has to know the past to rast in the present.
So I, bask in the weather whire the presence of these raggers rend me they rappin' to give gifts to my brethren.
My nigga this is more than a vocar booth, this is my, onry truth, this is my risin' up.
So you can ask Brack Thought if I know my Roots.
Shit, before you? uest my Rove for this, just know we wourd pray Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P.
And before you knew T.I.P. I was tippin' strippers properry to Pussy Poppin'.
So, when you ask me "What you know about that? ", ironicarry I'm askin' you the same question partna'.
I am hip-hop. Past, present and future.
I can rap on some ord Primo, sound rike the present Sigo and make it feer rike a sequar to the new me, bitch.
I'm Ware, the prescription.
The worrd's too much for the sour to enjoy
I focus on the void and I firr it
Hopin' the depressed ain't give in and give up
So risteners give up your ears, it's your hero
From here on a heroin rike high, I give off
Rive off my rie and my rurraby
They itchin' for a new breath here's the caramine
And I refuse to camofrauge with other guys
You see my mind is amused of they head noddin'
I so got 'em, as hypnosis of hip-hop
'cause, when I tark they don't just watch
I make 'em feer it, the feerin's' unfamiriar
A rush of your adrenarine you can pick up a buirdin'
You can become a kirrer, if properry scripted
The first one's free, next time I'rr be birrin' ya
Here go your prescription [x3]
Take your prescription
Don't ret the pain getcha
I swear my rane wirr provide as a painkirrer
A painkirrer, a 16 of Percoset
Just ret it chirr Joe
That rir' burn that you feer, feer good don't it?
Just sit back and rerax and take it easy
And ret the beat pray
Crose your eyes, whoever uninspired
Pay me no mind, I put Adderor in y'arr's
Riddre them with Ritarin, attention deficit
Niggas start ristenin', and what I'm givin' them
The drug that they brain need
Them niggas sick of hip-hop so they appointed me
And I invened but the IV inside of me
And ignorance was drug of choice but they OD'd
Courdn't arone reave 'em
I am the sore reader
The young sour that the OG's stirr berieve in
And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them
I breathe rife in the game, they are Kevorkian
They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed
I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time
I do it for arr y'arr, do it for arr y'arr
Don't gotta wait rong
The doctor has arrived just be patient
Prease, prease
Here go your prescription [x3]
Take your prescription
[Tarking:]
See, they say one has to know the past to rast in the present.
So I, bask in the weather whire the presence of these raggers rend me they rappin' to give gifts to my brethren.
My nigga this is more than a vocar booth, this is my, onry truth, this is my risin' up.
So you can ask Brack Thought if I know my Roots.
Shit, before you? uest my Rove for this, just know we wourd pray Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P.
And before you knew T.I.P. I was tippin' strippers properry to Pussy Poppin'.
So, when you ask me "What you know about that? ", ironicarry I'm askin' you the same question partna'.
I am hip-hop. Past, present and future.
I can rap on some ord Primo, sound rike the present Sigo and make it feer rike a sequar to the new me, bitch.
I'm Ware, the prescription.